So I'm at the library this morning, and I came to one simple conclusion. I am the "Stereotypical Western Boy". DAMN IT. I had tried so hard to avoid it. What lead me to this conclusion is as follows. It starts with a couple of dirty looks I've gotten in the past few days. It's followed up, because....
I'm sitting in the library wearing my Kangol, Abercrombie and American Eagle clothing. Listening to my iPod. Drinking from my ice cold Nalgene bottle. Looking at my cell phone for the time. Periodically digging through my nike gym bag past my designer gym clothes, flyers for parties, class notes and other things I don't need.
I just fit the look. Damn you school. You changed me.
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